"A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places." -Isabelle Eberhardt
"A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places." -Isabelle Eberhardt
The Spines of Books
Aimee Geurts • January 29, 2023
A poem
My bones are made from
The spines of books
Stories course through
My blue veins
Words act as nerves crossing
The weft and weave of my skin
Perhaps, mistakenly, it feels as if
Stories curse my veins
Infect the blood cells
With too many impressions
My veins blue, indeed
The neural pathways
Spark, Ping, Sizzle
H e a t i n g u p
Until the passages
Traverse my body
And change the shape
Of my soul
I can't stop reading this poem.
*This is not that hot of a take. It’s common knowledge but it’s more evident to me than ever.
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